This is round 6 of “Txts to an Asshole,” reoccurring documentations of conversations I have with unfortunate schmucks who believe they’re txting
someone else. I basically play along, and they get played.
Now, you may be wondering
why I waited over 7 months to post this. Well, it’s short and I was hoping I’d
receive another random text so I could make this is a 2-part post. But alas,
my random txts dried up. So I regret to inform you, this may be my last
episode of “Txts to an Asshole." Apparently word got around that I’m not “Kait.” And I think it's because I keep telling them I'm not Kait. I so dumbass!
But fret not. My crystal ball is showing future txt related blahg entries.
Them
@ 12:13pm on 8/3/12: I want Ilse to have a friends birthday dinner tonight!
You should come :) she doesn’t know about it though haha
Me @ 12:15: Nice! Sounds
like a good time. Count me in, lol
Where ya thinking?
Them @ 12:16: Haha okay
chili’s on Arapahoe crossing at 7ish
@ 12:27:
Scratch that, the nigga wants chick fil a or chipotle and a movie
Me @ 12:29: What a bitch. I
love Chili’s.
Also the opening line of my online dating profile.
Them: Haha me too!!
Me @ 12:30: Wait, now I
don’t know if imma make it. I got Chili’s on the mind.
Them @ 12:31: Haha please
go!
Me @ 12:32: Too late. Just
made reservations.
Them @ 12:33: Seriously!
Haha
Me @ 12:34: Yeah-ya! Do you
know how hard it is to get into a Chili’s on a Friday
night?
Them @ 12:34: Dammn!
@ 12:36:
Okay we’re back on chili’s :)
Me @ 12:54: Shit yo! I
canceled my reservation befer you sent that txt. Imma hit
up
that new “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” movie (looks soooooooo good) and I’m halfway
through a Chipotle burrito so I’ll prolly be full for the rest of the weekend.
Those things are so fucking big!
Them @ 12:59: Kait, you’re
killing me!
Me @ 2:52: You know what’s
killing me? That fucking burrito. I’m pretty sure it’s
lodged in my intestine.
@ 3:24: By the way, who’s Kait?
